The projects have started already. Our attic had insulation on the ceiling, but it was old and bits of it had fallen off. So Dan carried about a billion rolls of insulation up there himself and insulated the whole floor, made a walkway to the windows, and framed out the staircase.
Every time he ascended into the attic in his white overalls Mina thought he was going to the moon. "He's an assonaut!"
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